Freedom

"Surprise?" The white being burst out laughing as he finished his transformation. 

Now, he had skin, finely tuned muscles, perfect height, and a ridiculously handsome face with jet-black hair and eyes.

Yep, what a twist – he looked just like me in my default face. 

"Why did you copy me?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. Given the existence of shapeshifting abilities, it wasn't impossible for a powerful and mysterious being like him to mimic me.

"Copy you? I'm hurt! This is actually my face, you know. You could even say that you copied me," the white being replied with a sly smile.

"Stop joking. Don't tell me you're going to spout some nonsense like you're some version of me from the future who's become a god or something? That's like..." 

"That's like something out of a cliche novel, right?" The white being finished my words, a smirk playing on his lips.